Well, anyways: One of those "I cannot decide"-days was the day I was looking for a name for this blog. I had many ideas, but no order on my mind, so I asked a friend. Who, in turn, said to consult some "think tanks".
Ok, I admit: at first I had problems to understand what he meant, but I was able to think logically and so I separated both words: think and tank. Tank and think. Good. Let's take a look:
- "Think": You think, I think. It's a process, sometimes ideas spread, sometimes rubbish, but it leads to a result: Good one!
- "Tank": Good that I know what a tank is as I am playing World of Warcraft. At the end I knew who to ask about real good ideas.
Back to World of Warcraft I joined a random group as I wanted to surprise my guild. When I was in the group - we sorted roles and buffs - I took my chance to ask the tank, a druid, about the name of my blog. As I knew that tanks need simple speech and, if possible, imperative phrases, I simply said: THINK!
One minute later I got kicked. I don't know why, but I suppose that my invitation to think distracted him from doing the real work in group. So I took my chance in another group, which, by the way, had another kind of tank: A warrior!
So again I said: THINK!
This time the answer was fast: "???" and I answered (I thought it was a question): "my blog". Answer: "lol". Ok, I realized this wouldn't lead to something. So I left the group and decided to be sad: Where the heck should I find my answer? Well, in the end I was so desperate that I asked everyone else.
I checked "World of tanks", but did not find any answers, but got a lot of headaches. Everything was so confusing, so strange, so new and it was the first time I had serious troubles with my power of imagination: Especially when I thought of the consequences for people wanting some virtual love affairs within MMOs. I mean: I've had some serious nightmares about tanks having sex...
Anyways, I thought of other possibilities. I contacted some veterans of the WWII about their knowledge about tanks. At the end of the day I had a lot of names for my blogs, but decided to not call it "DIE STALIN, DIE", "I need a rifle", "Oh man, not the bombs again" or "Rommel's Loft".
Some guys working for politicians told me to contact "spin doctors" working in a "think tank". The idea about guys turning around like a humming top exploded the last frontiers of my fantasy, broke my mind into pieces. Man, really: there are some things I'd never want to experience.
But it turned out that these ideas where all good. At the point at which everything is broken my mind was slowed down enough so I could follow the path of ideas and tadaa: Nocturnis. Good, yes, the name of one of my characters. And: Tadaaa, "World" as it's my "World" and not the world of anyone else. Nobody that wants to buy a melon is happy about getting an apple. At least he'd be surprised.
Well and then, after I realized that I was sitting in a room without any lights because I was so deeply thinking that I did not realize that I walked into the cupboard. So, as everything was dark: Hooray, new word: "Dark".
I gave every word a number from one to three and used a dice for the correct order. But "Dark World Nocturnis" sounded as wrong as "World Nocturnis Dark". In the end I decided to take the title you see above and closed everything - and opened the door of the cupboard as it was late and I wanted to sleep.
That was the short story of my blog's name. Many ideas spread out that way, often I write one sentence when I think about the weather and end up writing about rainy days when i only wanted to write about a kitchen towel. The results are strange and fascinating at the same time, especially for me.
But sometimes it works, like this time - I hope. If not: Oh man, I do everything, but I won't return to World of Tanks... not with those pictures in my mind.
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